I knew youd love it you slut. I told her. Your slut you mean. She moaned back again. Yes you are my slut arent you? I asked. Yes I am. I want your coc... sir. Please give it to me I need it. She said her body shaking a little. You will bitch but first follow me. I told her. I held out my hand and she took it I brought her back to the bath rooms. We went into the family one because I knew we could lock the door and not be disturbed. I brought her inside closed and locked the door, and threw her. "Oh can you wear the French maid's costume I got you? That will drivethem wild. They won't be able to think about the cards and I'll cleanup," she said with enthusiasm."NO!" That dress is for our special our time," I said almost crying."Davie!" she said sternly giving me that look. I knew impressing herfriends was important to her. When she gave me the look, I knew I had togo along. I had a hard time keeping them at bay last time just wearing aboring house dress, I can just imagine the estrogen. After a few seconds, she composed herself enough to say, “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”He shook his head, sighed, and slipped his arm around her.His mother said, “I’m sure she has plenty of embarrassing pictures. Just ask her mother the next time you’re over there. This is a special time for mothers to get even for all the times you made us want to pull our hair out.”That brought Ella up short. It was worse than that. Her parents had video. She looked at John and knew she was in trouble. “It didn’t stay in Vegas.”She looked at me and then at the pregnant girl.“Naughty boy” She said but I saw her mind was thinking otherwise.“You are not the gentleman they thought you were. Letting a pregnant lady stand on the porch like this.” She grabbed the girls hand and pulled in the house. She put her other hand around the shoulders and guided her in the house. I could just see her open the door to the basement instead of the living room. I smiled. I remembered my girlfriend telling me she.